In all seriousness, when I first moved out of my parents house and into a city at the age of 18, I thought every summer would be like something out of a '90s movie or music video. Like the lyrics to Will Smith's Summertime. And in all honesty, I tried to recreate that life: I used to play pickup basketball at these courts down by the river that were packed with players and spectators; I had house parties almost weekly since I was the only one out of all my friends who lived in a house; there were bbq's and other things going on in the park all the time. Still, though, despite all that effort, reality wasn't nearly as exciting as MTV, Spike Lee, and John Singleton made it look. Some flashes of excitement with tons of boredom…and no air conditioning.